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This first song is for traveling women, their partners, and anyone who's ever said, "I don't have a relationship--I have a phone bill." The tune is the traditional "Come Write me down the pow'rs above/that first created a man to love."
At the root of every long-distance relationship is the love of the road, or a love of place. There's a word for it: topophilia. All traveling women have it.
I opened the bills when I got home
And I can't believe my telephone
Why must you live so far away
|: Why must I have so much to say :|.
Ah, where are the days when a parted pair
Would write fond letters their love to share
I dry my eyes and I sign my name
|: As I write the check, but it's not the same. :|
Perhaps someday when I'm old and grey
And the grandchildren have come to play
Will we climb the stairs to the battered box
|: Where the old phone bills lie filed and locked. :|
Now (416) made me lose my head
And (617) said we'd soon be wed
|: And 251-4552 was a love he swore forever true. :|
Oh, where are the sketches and poetry
Of the grand love letters that used to be
And the tender words that I unfold
|: To warm my heart when a love grows cold :|
So I tie these bills with a ribbon blue
I hear the phone, it must be you
And with all my heart you'll hear me say
|: Hang up, my love, write me today! :|
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